Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls "Originally published in hardcover and in a different form by Delacorte Press, New York, in 1961."--Title page verso. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description To commemorate more than fifty years in print, this special edition includes a new cover and new back matter--a note from Newbery Medal-winning author Clare Vanderpool as well as historical materials to enrich this treasured novel. This timeless classic about a boy who saves two dogs--and who save him in return--has been given a new look for a new generation.For fans of Old Yeller and Shiloh, Where the Red Fern Grows is a beloved classic that captures the powerful bond between man and mans best friend. This special edition includes new material, including a note to readers from Newbery Medal winner and Printz Honor winner Clare Vanderpool, a letter from Wilson Rawls to aspiring writers, original jacket artwork, and more.Billy has long dreamt of owning not one, but two dogs. So when hes finally able to save up enough money for two pups to call his own-Old Dan and Little Ann-hes ecstatic. Its true that times are tough, but together theyll roam the hills of the Ozarks.Soon Billy and his hounds become the finest hunting team in the valley. Stories of their great achievements spread throughout the region, and the combination of Old Dans brawn, Little Anns brains, and Billys sheer will seems unbeatable. But tragedy awaits these determined hunters-now friends-and Billy learns that hope can grow out of despair.Praise for Where the Red Fern GrowsA Top 100 Childrens Novel, School Library JournalA Must-Read for Kids 9 to 14, NPRA Great American Reads Selection (PBS)Winner of Multiple State AwardsOver 14 million copies in print!"A rewarding book . . . with careful, precise observation, all of it rightly phrased....Very touching." -The New York Times Book Review"One of the great classics of childrens literature . . . Any child who doesnt get to read this beloved and powerfully emotional book has missed out on an important piece of childhood for the last 40-plus years." -Common Sense Media"An exciting tale of love and adventure youll never forget." -School Library Journal"A book of unadorned naturalness." -Kirkus Reviews"Written with so much feeling and sentiment that adults as well as children are drawn in with a passion." -Arizona Daily Star"Its a story about a young boy and his two hunting dogs and . . . I cant even go on without getting a little misty." -The Huffington Post"We tear up just thinking about it." -Time on the film adaptation Author Biography Wilson Rawls is the author of the timeless classic Where the Red Fern Grows and the acclaimed novel Summer of the Monkeys. He was born on a small farm in the Ozark Mountains and spent much of his boyhood roaming northeastern Oklahoma with his only companion, an old bluetick hound.Since its publication more than fifty years ago, Where the Red Fern Grows has assumed the status of a classic and has been made into a widely acclaimed motion picture. Rawls second novel, Summer of the Monkeys, received rave reviews and won the prestigious California Young Reader Medal Award, among other accolades. Review Praise for Where the Red Fern Grows A Top 100 Childrens Novel, School Library Journal A Must-Read for Kids 9 to 14, NPR A Great American Reads Selection (PBS) Winner of Multiple State Awards Over 14 million copies in print! "One of the great classics of childrens literature . . . Any child who doesnt get to read this beloved and powerfully emotional book has missed out on an important piece of childhood for the last 40-plus years." —Common Sense Media"A rewarding book . . . [with] careful, precise observation, all of it rightly phrased....Very touching." —The New York Times Book Review "A book of unadorned naturalness." —Kirkus Reviews "An exciting tale of love and adventure youll never forget." —School Library Journal "Written with so much feeling and sentiment that adults as well as children are drawn [in] with a passion." —Arizona Daily Star "Its a story about a young boy and his two hunting dogs and . . . I cant even go on without getting a little misty." —The Huffington Post "We tear up just thinking about it." —Time on the film adaptation Promotional To commemorate more than fifty years in print, this special edition includes a new cover and new back matter--a note from Newbery Medal-winning author Clare Vanderpool as well as historical materials to enrich this treasured novel. This timeless classic about a boy who saves two dogs--and who save him in return--has been given a new look for a new generation. Review Quote Praise for Where the Red Fern Grows Promotional "Headline" To commemorate more than fifty years in print, this special edition includes a new cover and new back matter--a note from Newbery Medal-winning author Clare Vanderpool as well as historical materials to enrich this treasured novel. This timeless classic about a boy who saves two dogs--and who save him in return--has been given a new look for a new generation. Excerpt from Book When I left my office that beautiful spring day, I had no idea what was in store for me. To begin with, everything was too perfect for anything unusual to happen. It was one of those days when a man feels good, feels like speaking to his neighbor, is glad to live in a country like ours, and proud of his government. You know what I mean, one of those rare days when everything is right and nothing is wrong. I was walking along whistling when I heard the dogfight. At first I paid no attention to it. After all it wasnt anything to get excited about, just another dogfight in a residential section. As the sound of the fight grew nearer, I could tell there were quite a few dogs mixed up in it. They boiled out of an alley, turned, and headed straight toward me. Not wanting to get bitten or run over, I moved over to the edge of the sidewalk. I could see that all the dogs were fighting one. About twenty-five feet from me they caught him and down he went. I felt sorry for the unfortunate one. I knew if something wasnt done quickly the sanitation department would have to pick up a dead dog. I was trying to make up my mind to help when I got a surprise. Up out of that snarling, growling, slashing mass reared an old redbone hound. For a second I saw him. I caught my breath. I couldnt believe what I had seen. Twisting and slashing, he fought his way through the pack and backed up under the low branches of a hedge. Growling and snarling, they formed a halfmoon circle around him. A big bird dog, bolder than the others, darted in. The hedge shook as he tangled with the hound. He came out so fast he fell over backwards. I saw that his right ear was split wide open. It was too much for him and he took off down the street, squalling like a scalded cat. A big ugly cur tried his luck. He didnt get off so easy. He came out with his left shoulder laid open to the bone. He sat down on his rear and let the world know that he had been hurt. By this time, my fighting blood was boiling. Its hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might live. Taking off my coat, I waded in. My yelling and scolding didnt have much effect, but the swinging coat did. The dogs scattered and left. Down on my knees, I peered back under the hedge. The hound was still mad. He growled at me and showed his teeth. I knew it wasnt his nature to fight a man. In a soft voice, I started talking to him. "Come on, boy," I said. "Its all right. Im your friend. Come on now." The fighting fire slowly left his eyes. He bowed his head and his long, red tail started thumping the ground. I kept coaxing. On his stomach, an inch at a time, he came to me and laid his head in my hand. I almost cried at what I saw. His coat was dirty and mud-caked. His skin was stretched drum-tight over his bony frame. The knotty joints of his hips and shoulders stood out a good three inches from his body. I could tell he was starved. I couldnt figure it out. He didnt belong in town. He was far out of place with the boxers, poodles, bird dogs, and other breeds of town dogs. He belonged in the country. He was a hunting hound. I raised one of his paws. There I read the story. The pads were worn down slick as the rind on an apple. I knew he had come a long way, and no doubt had a long way to go. Around his neck was a crude collar. On closer inspection, I saw it had been made from a piece of check-line leather. Two holes had been punched in each end and the ends were laced together with bailing wire. As I turned the collar with my finger, I saw something else. There, scratched deep in the tough leather, was the name "Buddie." I guessed that the crude, scribbly letters had probably been written by a little boy. Its strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a mans mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something youve seen, or something youve heard, or the sight of an old familiar face. What I saw in the warm gray eyes of the friendly old hound brought back wonderful memories. To show my gratitude, I took hold of his collar and said, "Come on, boy, lets go home and get something to eat." He seemed to understand that he had found a friend. He came willingly. I gave him a bath and rubbed all the soreness from his muscles. He drank quarts of warm milk and ate all the meat I had in the house. I hurried down to the store and bought more. He ate until he was satisfied. He slept all that night and most of the next day. Late in the afternoon he grew restless. I told him I understood, and as soon as it was dark, he could be on his way. I figured he had a much better chance if he left town at night. That evening, a little after sundown, I opened the back gate. He walked out, stopped, turned around, and looked at me. He thanked me by wagging his tail. With tears in my eyes, I said, "Youre more than welcome, old fellow. In fact, you couldve stayed here as long as you wanted to." He whined and licked my hand. Details ISBN0399551239 Author Wilson Rawls Short Title WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS Language English ISBN-10 0399551239 ISBN-13 9780399551239 Media Book Format Hardcover Residence US Birth 1963 Year 2016 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Pages 304 Imprint Random House Books for Young Readers Illustrations Yes UK Release Date 2016-05-03 Publication Date 2016-05-03 AU Release Date 2016-05-03 NZ Release Date 2016-05-03 US Release Date 2016-05-03 Narrator Tom Judd Illustrator Ryan ORourke Translator Brian Boyd Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Audience Age 8-12 Publisher Random House USA Inc DEWEY 813.54 Audience Childrens (6-12) We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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